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Post by ian on Aug 14, 2011 21:14:39 GMT -5
ian had been doing really well with hiding his temper ever since noah came into the picture. something about the situation and seeing ily so broken had set him off, though. he completely lost it, and tucker had been the prime target of that rage. as ily had put it a few times in the past, the hulk had come out to play. and he wasn't exactly a good 'playmate' in any way shape or form. when ian got mad and got an idea in his brain, he didn't let it go. he would push on and on until he got what he wanted. in this case, it was to beat tucker up. how could he be so stupid? how could he hurt ilyssa like that? how could he like noah's mom of all people? so, he met him in front of jaz's house and completely lost it. he was fairly certain he'd broken the kid's nose, maybe even his cheekbone, and all he left with was a split knuckle and half a black eye.
it hadn't exactly been an even fight in any means. ian's temper put him at an advantage when it came to fighting, but it put him at a disadvantage in every other way. he didn't listen to reasoning other than ily, and he was nearly impossible to calm down. after mr. conrad had finally pulled the two apart, ian listened to ily about it being time to cool off. he took his medication after she gave it to him and headed straight to noah's house. he had tears falling from his face by the time he got there, not even bothering to knock as he opened the door with a slightly bloody hand and headed into noah's room. he curled up on the bed, letting his tears fall as he pulled his knees to his chest, taking shaky breathes one at a time to try and calm down. he didn't open his eyes to see if noah had seen him or not. he just laid there in a ball, confused and terrified.
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Post by noah rupert conrad on Aug 16, 2011 13:26:55 GMT -5
noah was clueless, to say the least. about everything. when people got into fights, or disagreements, he usually never found out until it was over and done with. it wasn't that he wasn't interested, or that he didn't care. he was just oblivious, and one hundred percent innocent towards everything that surrounded him. but in all honesty, it was better that way. noah was over-emotional, and sensitive beyond belief. any little thing that went wrong sent him into a panic, and it took a lot to convince him otherwise. he wasn't a spaz by any means, he just had a big heart and worried a little too much about the people he cared about.
while everything seemed to be blowing up around him, noah was curled up in his computer chair, eyes glued to the tv in his room. his phone was lost somewhere in the sheets in his bed, and it hadn't even crossed his mind to check and see if anyone had been trying to reach him. screw you, ryan. noah muttered at the screen, sighing as sixteen and pregnant was interrupted by another commercial. use a condom! he smirked, spinning around in his chair just as ian burst into his room and curled up on his bed. frozen in his chair, noah stared at the boy, eyes wide with concern. are you okay? he asked, though the answer was obvious. with a quick jump from his spot on the computer chair, noah was curled up next to ian, arms reaching for him.
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Post by ian on Aug 16, 2011 15:32:46 GMT -5
noah wasn't exactly someone that everyone went to to tell about stuff such as fights and whatnot. it was for his own good, really. the way that ian looked at it, not telling noah stuff until after it happened was easier. he didn't have to worry about it. even if he didn't like that people didn't tell him stuff until last minute, people were mostly just looking after him. ian especially. he wanted to keep him happy at all costs, and sometimes that just meant keeping his mouth shut about being mad at someone or something along those lines. the fact that he'd beaten tucker up wasn't something he'd be able to hide, but the reasoning behind it wasn't something that noah had to know fully.
ian didn't even hesitate to wrap his arms around noah when he was curled up next to him. that familiar feeling of having him close was always comforting. noah was the main reason that ian had been able to control his anger for so long. he was calmer with him around. the world seemed like a better place when he had noah to cling to and joke around with and kiss as if nothing else mattered. ian shook his head at the question. it hurt to squeeze his left eye shut, but he couldn't get himself to open it. the bruise on it was practically throbbing. i f-fucked up.. shit. ian winced as pain shot through his hand when it tensed up. of course, the wincing just caused him to wince again at the pain in his eye. fuckinghell.. he mumbled, more tears falling.
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Post by noah rupert conrad on Aug 21, 2011 23:49:53 GMT -5
the fact that noah was never in the loop bothered him, well, whenever he discovered her was out of the loop. he didn't like it when people fought - especially those who were close to him - and being in the dark wasn't something he really liked, hell, he didn't know a person who actually enjoyed being clueless. in all honesty, noah sometimes wished everyone could just learn to be happy, and often times he caught himself thinking of a place where everyone ate rainbows and pooped out butterflies, just like in horton hears a who. but that was unrealistic, and as sad as it made him, he knew it would never come true.
swallowing hard, noah lifted his hand to ian's face to wipe away his tears. it's gonna be okay.. he whispered, smiling shyly as he brushed the curls from the boys eyes. stuff always works itself out, you know. cuddling in close, noah lifted his lips to ian's forehead and wound his arm around his back, rubbing soft circles along his spine. did.. did you punch another wall? he asked tentatively, worried he'd have to go in for another cast.
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Post by ian on Aug 23, 2011 12:35:02 GMT -5
broken, sprained, bleeding.. those were all things way too familiar for ian. his temper never quite did him any good. it wasn't usually big brawls like the one with tucker so much as ian punching a wall until he broke his hand. he'd scared ily with that way quite a few times. at first it was screams of anger, and those were followed by cries of pain. ily liked to call him the hulk when he sat in the hospital, help him calm down and possibly make him smile. as often as ily and ian were at war, they really did love each other. they were there for each other, and that's exactly what the fight with tucker had been. ian being there for ily, and taking it just a little too far. though, tucker calling him a homo hadn't exactly made it better. just when ian had started to calm down, he boiled over with anger.
things had never felt so crazy, so out of control, as they had in that moment. had noah's dad not been strong enough to hold ian back, he wasn't sure what would have happened. whatever it would have been would not have been good, he knew that, and he definitely wasn't proud of it. ian shook his head. n-no.. not a.. a w-wall.. he sobbed, his entire body shaking with the hard breath. t-tu.. tucker.. he.. he m-made ily c-cry.. s-so.. i.. i freaked o-out.. a-and h-he.. ian took a deep, shaky breath. he just k-kept going.. he c-called.. hecalledm-mehomo. i.. i didn't kn-know what t-to d-do.. ilostit. his stammer was definitely intensified by the crying.
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